Betrayed and Alone

Prologue

Nobody's P.O.V

A certain raven-haired teenager staggered through the woods near Camp Half-Blood. His sad, broken and betrayed sea-green eyes scanned the area with fear and caution. Scars, fresh and old, and a few new scratches covered his once-tan skin. He still had that Roman tattoo burned into his skin. He glared at the tattoo on his left arm before rubbing a scar:K, for Kronos, that was on his left wrist. He frowned in the direction of the camp. He wanted to risk his life for them, but at the same time he wanted revenge. He touched the leather necklace on his neck, studying the clay beads on it.

You might remember him as Percy Jackson, Twice Savior of Olympus, Defeater of Kronos, One of the Seven, the slayer of many monsters, including the Minotaur, and the son of Poseidon. Not anymore. Not after a few lies and rumors caused by his half-brother Jack. The gods were already suspicious, so it took just one lie told by Jack, who stole Percy's friends, turned everyone against Percy, then stole Percy's girlfriend, Annabeth. Zeus had forced Percy to become immortal(painfully) and tossed the so-called "traitor" into Tarturaus, the worst possible punishment. Percy had been disowned. Now when it came to loyalty, Percy was confused. Protect or get revenge?

But after half a year (500 Tarturaus years), the betrayed demigod had escaped the Greek hell. Percy knew he had help- from something older than the gods, older than Kronos and Gaia combined. But now Percy was being hunted by the Romans, the Greeks, the Amazons, the Gods, and even Lupa! Suddenly the cautious teen stopped, feeling the breath that was big/strong enough to be the Nemean Lion. He sensed it, feeling the breath and it's warmth. The betrayed hero leaped to the nearby clearing, Riptide uncapped and gleaming. A sleepy snarl came from the half-blood's right. As the demigod spun around to confront this threat, a wolf-like creature flung itself at him. Both were surprised. The first thought that Percy had was Gods , it's beautiful. Wait, it' gonna KILL ME!!!

But as Percy brought his sword down, he was paralyzed by the enormous German Shepard, and it's bright, golden eyes. It's sharp claws were like ivory, and Percy was snapped out of it when the surprised beast slid it's razor sharp claw across his cheek. It felt like lava! A scream escaped his mouth as the wolf's fangs accidentally bit his sword arm shoulder. When Percy cut a clump of gorgeous fur from it's pelt, the deadly thing's jaws tightened. Percy heard a loud crack, a painful scream(his own), and saw blood. My shoulder broke was his last thought before he saw darkness.